Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Do you know how summoning circles work? There are a variety of
mechanics, actually, that can be put in play."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "The most popularly-employed circles used in Achaean rituals fall
into one of two categories: circles that dominate, and circles that bargain."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say in a quiet voice, "I see."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "There are others as well--those that call upon Divine favour,
for example, require no compact, only faith. There are those that confound beings and trap them. But
the key difference is willingness and unwillingness."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "The majority of summoning spells involve an unwilling target."

Foehn asks in a calm, quiet voice, "With that in mind, I set about inverting one of those circles,
to be bound to an unwilling recipient of spiritual interest. Do you understand what that means?"

Foehn looks about himself, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "To put it simply, so long as you do not wish to be possessed,
the circle will protect you."

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You nod your head emphatically.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "This will not stop beings from trying, of course. You will have
to remain resolute and maintain faith in yourself. If you are tricked into allowing something access,
 I'm afraid the enchantment will do nothing."

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "I left this open door in the event that you should
wish to utilize your 'talent' as a medium in the future."

You tilt your head curiously.

You say in a quiet voice, "Is that what you call that.."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Foehn chuckles quietly.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Loosely."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "So. Do you wish to have this enchantment wrought upon you? If so,
 I will have to inscribe the circle upon your back."

You ponder the situation.

You say in a quiet voice, "Greys says the best way to defend myself is willpower."
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Foehn nods his head at you.

You say in a quiet voice, "Will that change anything for me?"

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Not at all. Consider this--the best way to block a blow is to
throw up your arm and deflect it."

You say in a quiet voice, "Yep."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "But in doing so, you risk receiving harm nonetheless."

You say in a quiet voice, "And this will give me a cushion of sorts?"

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "That is why we use shields and other defensive items to bolster
such instinctive defenses. That is what this enchantment will act as."

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "A shield."

Foehn nods his head at you.

Comprehension flashes across your face.

You say in a quiet voice, "Right."

You say in a quiet voice, "Now sure how the others will feel about this."

You say in a quiet voice, "But.."

Foehn tilts his head and listens intently to you.

You say in a quiet voice, "Can I ask one of the priests real fast what he thinks?"

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "Of course."

(Conversation with Halos ensues through tells)

Foehn laces his fingers together contemplatively.

You nod your head emphatically.

You say in a quiet voice, "He hasnt the foggiest."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

You say in a quiet voice, "But he says he supposes it cant hurt."

You say in a quiet voice, "So..I accept."

Foehn chuckles quietly.

Foehn nods his head at you.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Very well."

Foehn reaches out and pulls a softly glowing sheaf of translucent papers from thin air, and sets
them in a slow orbit around his head.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Turn around and strip to the waist."

You have emoted: Caoimhaen turns his back to you and begins to remove a leather trench coat of
shadowed-colour.

You remove a leather trench coat of shadowed-colour.

You say in a quiet voice, "And my shirt decayed."

You say in a quiet voice, "So that works."

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

 l self
He is a graceful tsol'aa. Standing at five foot nine inches tall, his body is built up of strong and
wiry muscles as a result of many hours of practice in combat. His eyes are his most striking feature.
 They range from a dark blue on the outside to green. The pupils of his eyes are not shaped normally
but into two oval shapes coming to points at the top and bottom of his pupils clearly revealing his
rajamalan ancestry. His eyes are stern and constantly scanning his surroundings. In addition to his
eyes, he has light tiger like tattoos along his neck, shoulders, and jaw line. His face itself is
somewhat slender, having a smallish nose and full lips. Another very noticeable aspect of his face,
is a jagged scar running from the corner of his right eye, down his cheek and ending just below his
mouth. He has large pointed ears, characteristic to that of a tsol'aa. His hair is cut short and
styled into a spiked hair style, with just enough hair in the back to be gathered into a small
ponytail. His hair itself is a dishwater blonde color with light blonde highlights due to many hours
in the sun. Upon looking at him, one can tell he has been through much. His left forearm is gnarled
by ugly burn scar, as well as on his left shoulder is a scar from an old stab wound. On the right
side of his neck are deep claw marks where an animal of some kind tore at his throat. Near the
center of his chest there is what seems to be a large scar of some sort.  His left hand have been
neatly wrapped in gauze.  The right knuckles are gnarled with many scars  as well as the fact that
he is also missing his little finger. He is wearing a bronze armband of the Fist, a bone encrusted
blackened steel hoop through his left ear, copper knuckles, a ferocious red dragon stud through his
left ear, a Hashani scabbard of deepest midnight, a silver and bone bracelet with alchemical symbols,
 a canvas backpack, shadowy assassin trousers, reinforced war boots, a sealskin dagger sheath, a
pair of Ogre's Gauntlets, an evening ocean pendant, a gold armband of honour, an intriguing platinum
band of shifting skies, a suit of leather armour, a hunter's belt, and a pair of Mayan Bracelets.

Foehn chuckles quietly.

Foehn removes a pair of glasses.

With a gentle click, Foehn folds a pair of glasses together.

He is a winged atavian. An impressive figure of languid self-confidence, Foehn's fluid movements are
akin to gliding, shedding all extraneous motion. Eyes the fiery lavender of a desert sunset gleam in
his sun-darkened face, the irises luminous with a subtle inborn glow, and his shadowy hair brushes
against his lower back to fall between his wings in a low ponytail. His skin is smooth and tough,
tanned by days spent staring heavenwards towards the sun, hardened by sandstorms throughout a life
amidst the arid sea, while his body itself bears a muscular profile more commonly seen on fighters
and athletes. His voice is a calm and smooth baritone, and rings softly with the sort of quiet
confidence attained through centuries of accumulated experience. A small, pale scar bisects his
right eyebrow. On his back is a set of raven-feathered wings, so black that they seem to drink the
light. He is wearing a simple scroll case, a dangling silver key on an earring through his left ear,
a perfectly smooth silver band, a gleaming steel wedding band, a pair of classy black trousers, a
soft leather pack, a simple bone ring, a sandy brown hooded desert cloak, and a silver, keyhole-
bearing cuff earring through his right ear.

Foehn produces a bar of platinum and a handful of precious gems, the latter of which he casually
sets to spinning in the air. The stones hover around you in slow orbit as he approaches you from
behind and traces the outline of a complex series of concentric circles upon your back with his
finger.

 Pursing his lips, Foehn focuses raw elemental force upon the platinum in his hand, a high-
pitched keening sound enveloping the area as a condensed whirlwind of unimaginable force shreds the
metal to a fine dust that piles upon Foehn's palm.
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Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Hold your breath. I won't lie--this might sting a little."

You have emoted: Caoimhaen tenses slightly and holds his breath.

Lifting the dust to his lips, Foehn gently blows the platinum into the air as a tattooist might do
with a pigment. The sparkling cloud surrounds you, suspending improbably around you in a twinkling
scintilla of light-catching motes of precious metal. Then, with a snap of Foehn's fingers, the dust
begins to swirl upon your back. The sensation is not unlike an itch you cannot quite reach at first,
but as more and more of the fine powder embeds itself within your flesh the feeling quickly
escalates in scale to become a concentrated, intense burning.

You have emoted: Caoimhaen grits his teeth slightly as he concentrates on remaining still.
,
Tolling to the midnight hour, the deep bass tones from the clock tower reverberate throughout the
valley and resonate softly through the cool mountain air.

Foehn lets out a strained hiss as he focuses his will on the stones hovering around you, each of
them abruptly bursting into tiny fragments that rain down upon your back, compounding the fiery
sensation of the circles being burned indelibly into your skin with a pain not unlike that of being
pierced by countless miniscule knives. Rather than forming neatly discernible circles, these new
sources of pain seem to meander across your body in twisting, confounding lines, forming a
labyrinthine maze layered within each successive ring upon your back.

You have emoted: Caoimhaen stifles a cry of pain as he his body tenses even more than before.

Just as the pain begins to crescendo towards unbearable heights, Foehn releases a shaky sigh when
the last of the dust lays itself upon your skin. The shadows in the room seem to abruptly stand up
and turn ninety degrees to the left, and your mind is seized by a strange a criss-crossing of the
senses that leaves your thoughts momentarily distorted, as if you'd been deafened by the colour blue
or blinded by birdsong.

Foehn says tiredly in a calm, quiet voice, "It is done."

Foehn says tiredly in a calm, quiet voice, "The labyrinth is a personal addition of my own design.
Should any entities manage to breach the initial layers of defenses, they'll find themselves trapped
in a maze that twists upon itself."

Foehn's voice rings with a faint note of pride.

You have emoted: Caoimhaen trembles slightly as he turns to you with a weak smile.

You say in a quiet voice, "You are quite clever."

You say in a quiet voice, "Thank you."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Rather ingenious, if I do say so myself. Have you ever heard of
a Moebius strip? No, never mind. To explain it would take too long."

Foehn runs his fingers through his hair absentmindedly.

Your eyes sparkle with amusement.

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "Suffice it to say, I believe you now have a powerful
tool to help protect yourself from possessive spirits."

Foehn carefully unfolds a pair of glasses.

Foehn pushes a pair of glasses higher up upon the bridge of his nose with a faintly-trembling hand.

You say in a quiet voice, "Are you alright?"

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "Ah, I'm fine. This sort of magic takes a fair being of
concentration and energy. The tea, incidentally, should help me recover quite a bit."

Foehn lifts a thick clay teacup to his lips with both hands and sips slowly, a slight smile
immediately emerging on his warmed face.

Foehn asks in a calm, quiet voice, "Do you know what 'Sen Cha' means?"

You shake your head.

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "It means 'Sacred Tea'. Remarkable properties, really.
"
Foehn offers you a weary smile.

You have emoted: Caoimhaen moves to put a leather trench coat of shadowed-colour on and winces
slightly as he does so.

You are now wearing a leather trench coat of shadowed-colour.

You say in a quiet voice, "I really do appreciate this."

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "I'm afraid that may hurt for a few days. Feel free to soak it in
healing elixir, or an epidermal salve."

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "And you're quite welcome. It was quite fun to come up
with new magic."

You nod your head at Foehn.

Foehn ruffles his wingfeathers quickly and then smooths them again.

You lift the teacup to your lips, supported with both your hands, and carefully sip the steaming
contents, feeling its warmth spread throughout your body.

Foehn says in a calm, quiet voice, "If you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to go be exhausted in the
Skylord's temple for a month or so."

Foehn's lips twitch with barely suppressed amusement.

You nod your head emphatically.

You clasp your hands before yourself, face Foehn, and perform a simple, respectful bow.

Foehn inclines his head politely at you.

You say in a quiet voice, "Be well foehn."

Foehn smiles and says in a calm, quiet voice, "And you, Caoimhaen. Wind go with you."

Foehn easily vaults onto the back of a noble hippogriff.

You say in a quiet voice, "And you."

Foehn, riding a noble hippogriff, leaves to the down.
Trailing wisps of her own semi-corporeal body behind her, Zonda, the spectral raven takes flight to
the down.